Have you ever asked yourself that question?
Why do I have to go through this?
Why can’t I be normal?
Why am I not pretty?
Why did my friend lie to me?
Why did my husband leave me?
Why did my child die?
Why did my ministry fail?
Why did my brother molest me?
Why did my mom leave me?
Why did my husband die?
Why did I get cancer?
There a million other scenarios I could reference, but you get the idea. We all have “stuff” that we wish wasn’t ours to deal with. And we all have moments where we sit with the proverbial tweety birds flying around our heads and a whistling sound blowing through our ears as we digest some new disaster in our lives that causes us to ask, “Why me?”
There was a man briefly mentioned in the book of Acts who I am sure asked this same question many times over the course of the eight years he was bedridden.
“And it came to pass, as Peter passed throughout all quarters, he came down also to the saints which dwelt at Lydda. And there he found a certain man named Aeneas, which had kept his bed eight years, and was sick of the palsy.” (Acts 9:32-33)
Eight years in a bed! I get tired of my bed after a couple days with the flu! Can you imagine eight, long years in bed? I imagine he had bedsores and had lost a lot of weight. I think he probably even smelled a little seeing as how the Maytag washer hadn’t been invented yet to clean his clothes. There was no cure for the palsy, so this man had no hope of ever being anything but what he was, a bedridden nuisance to everyone. Eight years. Almost a full decade, lying around wishing he was anyone but himself.
But then along came Peter.
“And Peter said unto him, Aeneas, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole: arise, and make thy bed. And he arose immediately.” (Acts 9:34)
The power of Christ healed this man who had lain there for eight deplorable years. Imagine as the man moved his eyes to look on Peter’s face as Peter knelt by him. As Peter began the sentence by calling his name, he must have been a little startled. Then as he heard the name above all names, Jesus Christ, I wonder if tingling shot through his limbs as the healing began?
This man had been struck with palsy about the time Jesus began his earthly ministry. He had undoubtedly heard about the healing miracles that Christ had performed over the years. He had probably desired to BE one of those miracles. I wonder what he had thought when the news traveled to his ears that Jesus had been crucified? Five years had passed since that time and yet, here he lay, still sick, still hopeless and still bedridden.
Yes, I think he must have asked himself, “Why me?” more times than I can count and I imagine his joy at feeling his legs strengthen once again must have been off the charts. He was WHOLE again!
The healing wasn’t just for his wholeness though. It was for a purpose.
Read the next verse with me:
“And all that dwelt at Lydda and Saron saw him, and turned to the Lord.” (Acts 9:35)
Everyone in TWO cities that saw him walking around turned to the Lord! Talk about a Tale of Two Cities!
What was thought to be years of suffering was just building credibility to his future testimony of the power of God!
Your “Why me” is probably pretty awful. Just as awful as this man perhaps. And if you decide to act out in despair and commit suicide or derail your life in the sadness of the pain of it all, you could very well miss out on the “Everyone” that will see your testimony and turn to God.
Endure hardship as a good soldier. Rejoice in the Lord. Continue in what you have learned. There is no answer right now to your question, but there is an answer. Let God reveal it WHEN He wants to.
Until Next Time, Lord willing,